The Run

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter 27

~*~*~*~* Megan’s POV ~*~*~*~*

{I’m doing her POV first, because she dies pretty early.}

I grinned down at the army of dead in front of me, Ethan by my side. He had – of course – accepted me as his mate and I had accepted him as mine. They had a different way of marking in the society. He simply said a spell and stars had appeared along my neck.

He had explained the symbology of it to me, but who cares? It looked good. Afterwards we had completed the mating in the same way that they would in wolf packs… Not that I was complaining, but we had started that even before he had marked me… I shook my head, not isn’t the time for this.

Even a girl like me had priorities. When our army had started to infect the pack members, we had found out that the newly infected weren’t under our control. It didn’t matter though, they couldn’t get to us so long as we had our undead body guards. They wouldn’t attack other undead – you see. So ours were able to dismember and eat them… easily.

Sure, they smelt bad. And normally I’d complain about it a lot more – but it didn’t matter when you were clearing the world of a bad plague. Soon everything would be the way it should be. Ethan and I had planned everything out together, and as soon as we had cleared out the pests we would take out the elders and everything would be under our control.

Just the way it should be. I smiled, reaching over to link my hand through Ethan’s – only he wasn’t paying attention to me anymore.

We had taken the house of the old Alpha’s and decided to use it as our own. It had a view of the rest of the town from the top, so it was perfect. Like something out of a movie (I had sniggered at the thought at first – but it was true.)

Ethan was looking out onto the streets, his face contorted into one filled with fear, confusion and horror. Huh? I frowned. We had everything planned. Nothing is going wrong so why is he – I glanced out the window and felt my own face contort oddly.

Everything had gone wrong, in a matter of minutes. Half an hour ago I had seen Ethan giving orders to the dead and they had moved out to perform them. It was only half an hour ago. But since then something had changed. It must have been that stupid kitten. She would have found a way to ruin everything, just like she did before. My horror suddenly changed to shock at the thought, and I found myself searching for something to throw at the window.

Of course, it soon changed back again when we realized that there had been guards inside of the house. Guards that were no longer going to follow our orders, just like the others. Below us, in the front garden was a scene that would have made the stomach of any sane person empty itself on the bitumen.

Our army had turned upon the members of the society that had been practicing, and working other spells that may have aided us in winning. The most important word of that sentence was ‘had’, because now those same people were screaming out in pain, begging for mercy from the creatures that they had created without mercy.

Each of them were ganged up on, slowly. The army swarming them, and pulling them apart – literally. Before putting their body parts into their mouths. I suppose they were lucky, in a way. There were so outnumbered that there wouldn’t be enough of them to reanimate.

A groan from behind the door brought me away from the scene below, and I spun, backing myself up against the window in terror. Ethan was doing the exact same thing. There was nowhere to escape up here – we couldn’t climb onto the roof and we couldn’t jump down from this high without breaking out legs.

Ethan and I had discussed the fall, just in case someone from the pack had come within our reach and we had wanted them to have a particularly painful and terrorizing death. Like I said – everything had been planned out.